Fantasy Dreams
Illusions use smoke and mirrors,
the sky's black, and yet we see blue.
And like sheep, we're led by shearers,
whose reality blocks our view.
Lured by bated propositions;
young eyes seek the Night's neon lights.
And the lambs rush to the slaughter,
unaware reality bites.
A taboo magic elixir,
drugs keep anxieties in check.
But once addicted, your body
morphs into a physical wreck.
Politicians promise you all,
but provide substantially less.
And once they're caught spreading a lie,
they blame each other for their mess.
Parks attract drunks and criminals,
who bully and instigate fights.
And cops harass homeless people,
denying them their basic rights.
We ponder possibilities,
feeling nothing's quite what it seems.
And hide in never-never land,
inside of our fantasy dreams.
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